The sparrowhawk



Baby blue sky, peaceful and still

Round the bird feeder, squabbling starlings and sparrow circles


Brutal burst of feathers and flight

All birds vanished but one


Soundless she sits

Bold, fearless, patient

Golden glint in hungry eyes

Turns left to right, stares at me

Rippling chest

Vivid talons clench branches

Sharp ears tilt and turn,

Alert to every whisper, every breeze


Deep in the hedge

Tiny feathers.

Still. So so still.


Piercing eyes watching, waiting

The corvids spot her

Indignant thugs swoop

She shrugs them off

In her own time, she leaves

Sweeping glorious wings


Tiny trembling feathers


fly another day




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